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August 20, 2002, 4:16 p.m.

listening: Concrete Blonde, Free cassette (which I've had since the early '90s), The Numbers CD

Searching for a Lauren Berlant quote in last year's composition book, I stumbled across a hastily-scrawled note, from a lazy summer afternoon in Modern Times Bookstore on Valencia. This is from the back blurb of Annie Sprinkle's latest contribution to sex radical literature called Hardcore From the Heart: The Pleasures, Profits, and Politics of Sex in Performance:

What happens to the notions of the pornographic when a female performer subverts the conventional models of porn representation by reclaiming the agency of her own body?....By locating her discourse on her own body she renders exploitation impossible and refers to herself as a postpornmodernist.

I remember scribbling this quote into my notebook with mingled awe and annoyance -- awe, because it's truly awful prose, and annoyance, because it means nothing. (And not because of the terms necessarily, because as I've stated before, I have no problem with "jargon," but they're totally used wrong . It's as if the blurb writer input these terms into a Babelfish program to randomize her sentences.) When is discourse not inscribed on the body? Does her body wield a corporeal agency in and of itself? Do bodies which are "reclaimed" remove themselves from circulation within other discourses not authorized by the female performer? How is this concept "postmodernist," when in its deployment here it reclaims the modernist mythology of the originality of the avante-garde*, the transparency of author-intent, and the individual genius?

I won't rehearse my other criqitues of sex radical discourse and its intimate relationship to both liberal democratic and consumer-driven models of democracy, or its seeming-sibling relationship to selp-help literature as strategies of enlisting subjects in the pursuit of self-improvment and "self-love" while denying or evading social or structural relations. (Uh, nevermind.) But funny, I do end up finding the Lauren Berlant quote from a British conference on sexualities, medias, and technologies in my composition book, and it reads, "Yes, disorganized capitalism does open up some new venues for sexual expression, but what is it in relation to? On-line, avatars may fuck each other in new and interesting orifices, but what is that in relation to?"

Dude, seriously.

* In fact, art historian Rosalind Krauss wrote a monograph called The Originality of the Avant-Garde and Other Modernist Myths (MIT Press, 1995).